Whether you’re a “Minor Niner” or “Superior Senior,” a day of high school is never complete without a visit from Mr. Humiliation. Before you know it,
he’s kicking your butt and you’re crashing to the floor—literally.
Last week, I was running to my first class: Biology. As usual, I was late. I walked down the line of desks, meeting the gaze of my irritated teacher and jeering classmates, and quickly took my seat. Immediately, I felt a cold sensation shoot up through my legs. As a result of sitting down in a rush, I’d plopped down on the steel bar, the one that attaches the chair to the desk, instead of on the chair itself. For reasons unknown, the bar was facing towards me, instead of away from me. And the desk was backed up against the wall.
I scanned the room in hopes of finding a less problematic seat, but met the eyes of my fuming teacher instead. Apparently, my stance was disrupting the class. Awkwardly, I climbed into the desk, one foot at a time, and was instantly bound to the seat by the steel bar. I had put myself into chair jail.
I spent the entire class thinking of ways to climb out of the desk without looking like a complete idiot. Finally, I settled on a scheme: I would remain seated until everyone packed their bags and left for second period. Then, ensuring that the coast was clear, I would make my move. If I ran into problems, so what? There would be no one there to see me. It was a completely foolproof plan!
Only five minutes were left before the end of class. Everything seemed to be going perfectly: my teacher was wrapping up her lesson, students were zipping up their bags, and I was waiting patiently for the school bell to sound. It looked like I was actually going to make it out of this mess
without dying of utter embarrassment. Just when I started to relax, I heard it: “Thagsana! Come up and get your test from yesterday,” my teacher called. Sweat trickled down my forehead, and I was overcome by a sudden rush of anxiety. This wasn’t part of the plan. I was left with two choices:
1. Climb out of the desk and potentially humiliate myself
2. Ignore my teacher for a whole five minutes
The idea of sitting in detention for a year didn’t sit well with me, so I crossed number 2 off the list. I was left with one bad option. Painfully, I pulled one leg out from under the desk and brought it over the steel bar. “Just one more leg to go,” I thought. I stood up, took a step in the direction of my teacher, and tried bringing the other leg over the bar. It was then that I tripped over the bar. Clutching at the air, I hurtled toward the ground. Time slowed down. In a last-ditch effort to save myself, I grabbed the leg of a nearby desk. It didn’t work. I landed on the floor, and the desk toppled. From my prone position, I watched the teetering desk slam into the one next to it, which slammed into the one next that that, until the entire row of desks fell to the ground in a domino effect.
Next time, I’m playing deaf.
By: Thagsana_R
Topics: School
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